[Byleth tilted his head fractionally. There was something guileless about his expression, something so earnestly sincere in his eyes as he gazed at Set's hopeless, dejected expression. He didn't understand why being wicked was such an important fact - why one happy ending's death meant that that was the end of things. Existence was limitless in its evolution and potential, and as stagnant as the gods could be, even they had to eventually move with the current of change and growth. Their pace was just... glacial, compared to the far more fleeting humans that were all but swept down the river of existence.]

I see. You've given up on such hopes.

[Blunt as always, Byleth.]

But humans are stubbornly defiant, Set, and the more you tell them that something is impossible or shouldn't be, the more they'll dig in their heels. If you've lost hope, then I'll do it for you.

[So, you know what that means?]

I'm blessed with a human soul and a god's lifespan. [Assuming he had the same longevity as Jeralt.] I'd say eternity is long enough for me to figure out a way to grant you a happy ending you'll be satisfied with.